Spiraling Down
She is on a path, spiraling down, down, down
I feel the need to save her, but it's impossible, I've found
An alcoholic with a drink, is never a good sign
But as she would say, it's her life, not mine
Her words, like poison running through my veins
Schizophrenic actions, constantly changing lanes
The only company she keeps is those suffering the same disease
Doors slammed in my face, despite my many plea's
Ignorance would be my only saving grace
She could paint a pretty picture to hold before my face
It's too late, I'm afraid, to play dumb in deceit
My opinions have been exposed, an unchangeable concrete
It's easy for others to tell me that I must let her be grown
They don't understand, she can't make it on her own
I have always been near, arms open and prepared
On the edge of my seat, waiting and scared
That pending phone call that would shatter me inside
The worst possible destination for this agonizing ride
Where will it leave me!? If that tragedy transpires
Consumed with sadness and guilt, my existence on fire
So what shall I do, I want the right damn answer
What will save her and I from an ending of disaster
She is on a path, spiraling down, down, down
Our heads are barely afloat, a matter of time till we drown
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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